The world of a photographer was actually very simple.
This was especially so for some photographers who did not lack food and clothing. They felt that their work was not just to make a living, but to pursue art. They pursued an expression of light and shadow, silence and movement, people and the world.
For example, Xu Yilong, who had already become the head of the camera crew. Following a few directors, there was so much work that she couldn't finish it in a year.
He rarely considered his future and was more concerned about aesthetics.
At this moment, Xu Yilong was twisting his neck and looking at the small cross Junction not far away. He felt a faint golden net of light spreading down densely in front of him, enveloping him and the curled up figure beside the Lotus pond.
It was July, and the breeze was gentle. The heat was unbearable.
However, at this moment, there seemed to be a trace of coolness spreading from his chest.
